How use doth breed a habit in a man!
This shadowy desert, unfrequented woods,
I better brook than flourishing peopled towns:
Here can I sit alone, unseen of any,
And to the nightingale’s complaining notes
Tune my distresses and record my woes.
- Valentine in Shakespeare’s The Two Noble Kinsmen 5.4.1-6
Horoscopes for 2-11-2021
Happy birthday. Got that out of the way. There are two sharp astrological events, actually astronomical, but I interpret this via astrology, so let’s call them astrological events, and those two events are bookends to an otherwise — relatively — calm time. Aquarius life is bizarre as it is, and the added emphasis of the weekend events, plus a serious coating of valentine crap on top of it all? None of that gets smoothed over easily. No easy way through this one. Those bookends? Think about that. They are heavy, stalwart, I use chunks of polished granite, and those serve as heavy stoppers to the week. One is now, one is later, but all in the week. The heavy stoppers, the bookends? While not totally immovable, they are almost “fixed,” and as such? Relatively immobile object. Good to pile books against, which was what I was thinking about, as a container for data. That’s the days ahead, happy romantic holiday, etc. Astrological bookends serve as a guides to the week’s frivolities. Aquarius bookends.
This week requires compartments. For many long years, I toted around an antique roll-top desk. It was an original “Rail Station” desk, mail slot on one side, so mail would placed in the desk, with the top down, then delivered when the stationmaster unlocked the desk. 19th Century, period piece. Lock never worked for me, and I didn’t care. What it did have was dozens of cubby holes, mostly letter-sized, and I would keep scraps of data stored in each spot. Inbound bills, stuff to pay, material I was working on, rolling papers, the list goes on. The idea of the desk, though, with all its storage and organizational cubbies?